Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your
About to mass hysteria

Before a blunt, I take out my
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn gonna change
I'm a perform a show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat when you rhyme, it's halftime

It's

It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that strike back
So I react calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In your stereo sets, Nas catch wreck
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit more kicks than a in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr
Versatile, my style like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you near it, understand
in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, in the third
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And biters can't come
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot
I won't seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime